• Sometimes I forget I'm blind,
    When I can see the sun.
    I hear no noise because I'm deaf.
    The sunshine makes most beautiful sounds.

    The birds are chirping in this wave,
    Of luminescent spring,
    My voice explodes in song,
    In this pulchritudinous light.

    At length my song falls silent,
    As darkness doth prevail.
    What once was light,
    Now is no more, but gray beclouded sky.

    Alas, my ode of vivid joy,
    Now, moans a dry sound of melancholy.
    How has that which enlightened my soul,
    Gone so far away?

    It seems now that the heavens weep,
    My tears will blend with theirs.
    I hear the beast's roar,
    He that had taken my luminance.

    Hereafter, I witnessed the angels take pity,
    And slaughter the beast of the hideous storm.
    Now my sunshine is returned, and sweetly adorned,
    With colours of all the earth's joy.